Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

my bond with my child – hoping it can tell me

reach it, because Roger shakes

his hands still hard on my shoulders.

think, is okay but… Dominic” He looks back over his

clearing behind

look at Roger’s face when he says my

I see how grave his expression is…how

me. Like I’m frozen, again, in

to look, to follow his gaze,

One covered

robes, the other…

set off again in an instant, as fast as I

the baby in my

feel someone tug at Rafe and my instincts kick

a terrible snarl, my

mouth

wide in shock and

“Ella, the gift – you have

give me the baby

it breaks every part of my poor motherly heart

me screaming to hold him close,

go again…

those forms in the darkness has me decided,

hand my crying child to his godfather. Roger will take care

take

Sinclair

in the forest and wince as the

I think, covering the top half of my

morning?

I realize, quite

I don’t remember going to

sit up, wary, trying to

even in

Inside at all…

I look all around the bright forest and down at the soft

crisp white linens.

handsome,” a soft voice says, and I whip

standing in front of me. I

got to be she can’t be

my voice low with awe.

soft smile I expect, instead

her head and coming close

smiling down into my face.

You’re confused. Think about

“Am I…am I dead?”

shaking her head. “No, baby,” she

these questions, except Dr. Hank says your

is fine. You’re

up at her. But she

lap. My arms wrap around her instinctually,